Bucky Barnes Alpine Novels & Stories

Him. A tightness stretched at her throat. He wore the same outfit as every other driver that worked for the mistress; resplendent grey gabardine trousers pressed to a knife edge, the collared shirt creases thrice across the back in military fashion, a leather whip encircling his left hip that she had seen him use to woo the female servants as he cracked it expertly in the air, drawing figures in the air, curling it like a serpent around his bicep as if the item was simply an extension of his arm. She judged him to be no older than twenty-two; a young man fresh from the army hired to work in a position for a lycanthrope second-in-power to the Alpha.

“That poor kid, to think no one in this world cared for him...I can see why you’re so pissed. How is he holding up?” “He is napping right now; Sam is keeping an eye on him. She is angrier than I am. Alpha Richard is looking into things for us, he has a mess up there himself.” I wipe my forehead with my towel. I am starting to feel a lot better. “Thanks, Buck.” “No prob, man.” He smiled and punched me on the shoulder. “Want to spot for me a while?” I nod as he starts his workout. ~~~~